Their kids sold the house ’cause take the money and run. The flippers painted it black.
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Better Angels
As a Travis County precinct chair with hundreds of door-hangers, Arthur has knocked on hundreds of doors.
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accoladen
We are more than our building.
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dour thoughts
There are things I will never recover. There are things I shouldn’t keep.
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Tropical Sturm und Drang
I love storms, the rain, the rush, but already this is ridiculous and a little scary.
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Caddo Lake
We came for the moss, herons and egrets.
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National Character Assassination
I don’t need to go through everything. I write this for me, not you, and plenty has been said already.
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The Mockingbird
We adopted Lafitte in January. Those PAWS! That tail. She’s a sweet girl and total monster, escape-artist, stealing food off the counter. We named her after a pirate, so it’s our own damn fault.
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Bot Party meets SX
SXSW 2016. I didn’t have a real badge this year and that was just fine. My FOMO has a incontrovertible bullshit detector of negative putting up with it, besides. I had robots to mind.
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Merge
Three months on, and I still don’t have the words. But I do have the pictures, the whole day off, fingerless gloves and a sleepy dog wedging her head in the base of the roller chair.
Narratives
Longer posts of creative nonfiction.
